Throwing Muses Take
I think I could like you If you let me drive your car I think I might want you If you let me drive real far I won't steal your keys I won't try to be mean Plus it might break you Break you that might save you I pray to the god who made you I wouldn't break it Couldn't take what isn't mine 'Cause I like you And I know it isn't right Just go about your business And pretend that I'm your wife Plus I could feed you Feed you 'cause I need you I pray to the gods I can please you I hold a fistful of money Drag me down I reel you in If you don't think I'm pretty I understand Just don't think you won't die By a woman's hand Plus I might hurt you Hurt you, desert you I pray to the gods I can burn you Take to the road Take me with you Take to the road Take me with you Bring me, this thing me I pray to the gods you can change me Take to the road Take me with you Take to the road Take me with you
